The herald shrugs off her gratitude with a lazy rise of their shoulders. "That sounds very much like the sort of thing someone in your position might do." Frey replies in a low and rich voice. "Are you going to tell me about the rest of what you plan to do with your days green-eyes? Or does this have a point?"
Raising a well-muscled leg into the air, Frey slowly begins to run their fingers from their half to the inside of their thigh. Their nails dig into their own flesh leaving raised trails that Maeve will feel just as if the deity was touching her instead of themself.
Raising a well-muscled leg into the air, Frey slowly begins to run their fingers from their half to the inside of their thigh. Their nails dig into their own flesh leaving raised trails that Maeve will feel just as if the deity was touching her instead of themself.
